There once was a fellow named Joyce

There once was a fellow named Joyce
Who made a fine literary choice,
To craft a poem, you see,
About the wonders of a tree
Giving nature an eternal voice.

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

For fore trees, go to http://www.treestrash.blogspot.com/

Happy Earth Day!